I was born 25 years ago in a run down apartment in a city called Berezino, I can remember it like it was yesterday. My parents and I never had much when I was growing up but we had what we needed, most of the little money my parents got went towards my treatments. I always thought my parents resented me because of how costly I was, who knows if they did or not. It feels like this situation is all just a dream, I always feel that I'm going to wake up from this hellish nightmare but I don't. Anyway, My name is Alina I guess I'll use this journal to write down my thoughts, maybe it will take my mind off the walking corpses around me.

I found this place that people call "The Nest", I sat there and waited on him for two days but he never showed up. He promised me he'd stay alive, he wouldn't have broken that promise right?

I'll keep searching, I grouped up with these guys who call themselves the "Omandos" the leaders name is Oto, he is a nice guy but kind of strange. People are always so willing to accept you once they find out you have a useful profession like me. I was a doctor before all this, fresh out of the university. Novigrad offered one of the best med schools in Chernarus, I moved there during the heat of the Chedaki uprising back in 2009. During the first day of all this shit I was stationed in one of the hospitals in Novigrad, It was crazy. Patient after patient flowed through the front doors like a sea, as you can imagine with how these things come to life that many of the hospital staff did not stay breathing for long. They clawed and chewed at many of the doctors and nurses but I managed to get out as all the infected were too busy eating other people to notice me sneak passed them. Anyway, I must go and search for food I will write again later.

All jokes aside, this is a really good read mate, I do like your new character and you play her brilliantly! Our encounter at the nest was brief but really fun and I am looking forward to more in the future!

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All jokes aside, this is a really good read mate, I do like your new character and you play her brilliantly! Our encounter at the nest was brief but really fun and I am looking forward to more in the future!

I met up with a girl named Anastasia today, she was kind to me. We were both hurt very badly her worse than I tho. She could barely stand so I offered to go and search a military compound just up the hill for any medical supplies that they might have had lying around. I was able to find some pain killers and other medical supplies which we used, after I returned to Anastasia we patched ourselves up and decided to rest until nightfall so we could have the cover of darkness while we searched the nearby towns for supplies.

We woke up and she took me to a camp not too far from Stary Sobor, it looked like people had just been there, trash on the ground, a lit fire, food and drinks. I wonder what drove them to leave the place so suddenly with all of their items behind.

Ana told me about an airfield not too far from the camp and that it might have a fire to cook our food at, we didn't walk too far before we saw the concrete walls and watch towers around the airfield. As we walked in we heard multiple gun shots from a building that looked like some sort of barracks. Ana told me not to go in because they were bad men but I didn't listen to her. As I walked in I got surrounded by 6 plus men with slavic sounding accents, one told me to fuck off from the airfield and that I was breaking the "Directives", I asked them what the "Directives" were and then two men in big body armor and a patch with the words "SOBR" said they would explain everything if I just allowed them to escort her to a camp nearby.

I followed them but I quickly lost sight of Ana, they told me that she most likely headed south which was the direction we were heading. They took me to some sort of radio tower/gas station camp. It had a generator and everything with a nice fire in the back. They cooked some steaks, fed me and then explained all the directives to me, they were in the middle of explaining a Directive 5.7 I think when Ana showed up, I guess the russian men were right. They continued to explain the directives to me and then offered to teach me how to shoot a rifle since I did not know how. In the middle of the lesson the one who was downstairs yelled up at the man who was teaching me that some people called the "BHM" were in the area, the man grabbed the rifle out of my hands, gave it back to his friend then rushed off.

Ana and I went towards a small pond to see if she could find some food

she found a cow and quickly put it down with a crossbow bolt to the head, she offered me the knife to shave some meat off the cow but I declined, poor cow but survival of the fittest I guess. As we were leaving the pond area a strange man was at the edge of the pond was filling up his water bottles. He had a strange accent and quickly rushed off after he filled his bottles, Ana told me that he was a part of BHM I don't know how she knew but I did not question it. As we were heading back to the radio tower to cook our food we started taking some kind of shots from a hill I think, it was all a blur Ana yelled at me to drop my crossbow and to put my hands up as I was a bullet grazed my shoulder and I passed out, or so Ana said. She said she took me back to the radio camp and fixed me up. I woke up alone in that camp in one of the circular barrack buildings, my blood soaked and torn shirt was laying on the bed next to me with a note next to it saying that Ana would be at Stary with a few of her friends. I searched the small building and found a leftover uniform, it was small enough to fit me. It was black with a few patches sewn on to the shoulders of it, it looks nice.

I headed on my way towards Stary, I met a man named Patrick on my way there who had a zombie problem. There were tons of them funneling through the door of a building he was in but I couldn't do much since all my arrows were lost. There was an old rusty shot gun lying in a shed just outside of the house with a couple shells for it, he told me how to load them in then to pump it back after each shot and pull the trigger. I snuck around to the door where they were funneling in and fired the shotgun, the kick of the gun made my shoulder ache but I kept firing until all the zeds were down I dropped the shotgun and rushed inside to make sure that he was alright. He greeted me with a warm smile and as a thanks gave me a quiver with about 12 arrows in it. The man seemed nice but also sad inside, I could tell he was recently devastated by something but I didn't ask what.

I met up with Ana again, she was with her friends. A african man named Jumanji and a american named Larry. Larry had been infected with something badly and they were in search for meds, I asked him what the symptoms were and he told me that his stomach was in excruciating pain, he was throwing up and that he was nauseas. I told Ana what kind of antibiotics to search for and she went on her way to try to find them. Jumanji and I stayed and comforted the man but he was too far gone. I didn't want to tell him that the infection was in his system too long but I think he knew. He asked Jumanji to kill him before he turned into one of those things, Jumanji readied his pistol and I quickly turned around as a loud bang went off behind me, as that happened Ana rushed into the building and saw what had happened she said it was her fault that he's dead now and rushed out of the barn. I can't get that out of my mind, his final words, the way he acted I just hope that I did my best to comfort him in his final moments. As we setup a fire and layed out our bedrolls a strange man in a black hoodie came into the building, I guess they knew him. He wasn't very talkative, he sat over in the corner while we all sat at the fire, He was trying to squeeze out some water in his bottle but only drops came out, I slipped out a beer from my backpack and rolled it over to me. The man was rude to everyone but me for some reason, I guess me showing him that kindness was all it took to earn that.

I killed a man today, His name was Egor I never caught his last name tho. He sounded like a native chernarussian but I don't know exactly. I found him in boarded up house in the middle of Stary he said that he had been bit up near Gorka and that it wouldn't be too long now before he turned. I sat with him and talked with him between him passing out and throwing up blood. He told me all about himself and what not. I asked him if he smoked and then offered him a cigarette from the pack I had found earlier, Now I don't smoke but I picked them up anyway, things like that might be valuable nowadays. He took the cigarette with his shaky hands and took a few long drags from it, he coughed up some more blood and bile before looking at my pistol. He asked me to do what I dreaded he would ask the whole time we were talking, "Put one in my head before I turn, will you?" he asked me. I didn't want to do it but I knew I would want the same if I were to be on the brink of turning into one of those monsters. "Goodbye Egor" I told him as I aimed the pistol at his head "Goodbye, thanks for staying with me" he said as he looked up at me, I swear he smiled as I pulled the trigger.

They remind me so much of the old fairy tails of knights in shining armor that you were told as a kid. Am I truly strong enough to be one of them?

I don't know, but the trials ahead will prove if I am or not.

Only so few are strong enough to hold on to their humanity, keep holding that tiny bit of kindness and moral that keeps us who we are, without that we are nothing more than the undead we seek to free ourselves from.

I've only met a hand few of my fellow Rangers, Mace, Carib, Fox, Alexei and Fraser.

They all seem kindhearted, none of them seem like they have a shred of ill will in their body.

I have a duty as a Ranger now to keep the innocent safe, but it's hard to try and forget the reason I originally came back to South Zagoria. I've found nothing but clues that lead to a dead end, but I won't give up he never did so why should I?

I've learned that some people crush things to show power, but what they don't realize is that mercy more than often shows more then brute strength . The place we worked so hard to build, the outpost; Was ransacked by someone, I don't know who. Mace was right it wouldn't be here for long, nothing good ever stays for long I've come to realize. With no safe place to go I guess I'll make a little shelter in the woods. I heard of a place called the Solace from tuning into some radio frequencies, maybe that place will work as a temporary shelter, maybe I'll be able to find some clues on what I seek.

I haven't been in contact with any of the rangers in about a week, unless the letter Carib left me counts. I can tell from the letter he is quite the wordsmith, his words helped comfort me after the tragic incident that happened in the church. I still blame myself I will not forget or forgive myself for what I did, even if it was an accident.

I've heard tales of an old group called The Watchers, they seemed like great people from what I've heard. I wonder where they are now, probably all dead somewhere, good people hardly last long in this hell. The people who hold on to their humanity are a dieing breed.